Quirks of Fate

06/30/11

11:30 pm

Brooklyn NY Apt 2

Quirks of fate

Cannonball strikes

A resolute citadel with no fortress

Picturesque but gullible

Eclipsing lofty lights

Coercing defenseless warriors

To drop their arms

And push up daisies

Unsightly leprechaun

Sitting at a rainbow’s end

Unappealingly wrapping

Such amusing hue

A pot of gold,

Deceptively seeking trust

To the naïve and oblivious

An undeclared language

Of words unpleasantly genial

Spoken but devoid of meaning

Expansive as written verse

Hiding behind imagery

Subversive but sympathetic

As it longs to be heard.

A learned man

Feigns to be foolish

While flattering the wisdom of others

Reproached to be devious

All the while teaching

That to question in perpetuity

Is knowledge acquired?  

Like a pendulum

The paradox persists

Swinging back and forth

Unswerving against time

And every time it comes

It is spelled differently.  

The irony remains

Peculiarly familiar.